#fourridersandaking

@fourridersandaking

Kaladesh doesn’t take too kindly to being teased like this -- he was the one meant to be doing the teasing and torture, after all.  He wanted to take Hell from the hands of the prince of darkness, but progress had been so painfully slow.  In fact, he’d... No, he wasn’t going to admit to any of that. Not even in his head.

He snarls when his ear is bitten -- did Lucifer truly think of him like some wild dog, that this feral tactic would make him fall in line?!  Well, it did make him flinch and snarl all the more. “When I tear your heart out, I’m going to savor it.  I’ll lick every inch of it before I command all the forces I know to sew it back into your chest, only so I can tear it out again.  And every time I free it, I’ll take and take your rotten blood -- let it turn to ash on my tongue, and spit your very corrupted essence back at you.”

      “Sorry..”

"You never realized you were mine, Lord Lucifer.  I'm confused as to why you allowed me, a fallen reject, to have a place in your mighty legion, though.  If I may be honest, you were a fool to accept me into the fold..."  The demon tilted his head, his expression more blank than showing that confusion he mentioned.  "Perhaps I misconstrued what had happened.  Perhaps..."  When first he had fallen, before his acceptance into the legion, he dared to kill himself for his transgressions.  He had lost his worth.  And then the voice of Lucifer reached him--beckoned him into the flames of hell, where he would be accepted.  "You allowed me in, and here I stand, insubordinate.  You are mine, whether you acknowledge it or not."

He shook his head, his face hidden behind half of an executioner's mask.  "I would appreciate you not bringing up my sight, though..."  Eyes... gouged out...  It brought a scowl to his lips.  "I mean the mortal world, you fool--not this infernal pit."  The fallen angel had yet to accept Hell as his new home.  But if he was meant to accept it, then Lucifer would be his, too.  And while the tone seemed to imply romanticism, he meant domination.  "I know you don't agree.  You would never agree, milord.  Too proud, too haughty..."  Kaladesh, devourer of angels...  An insubordinate piece of demonic filth.  

+ i think ALL the siblings are gagging rn lmao

“You’re all bark and no bite at the moment I’m afraid darling. More so in a moment.” Another seal, sloppy for all that the damn beast is moving around, but Hell’s shackles will hold for a little while longer. “Let that sink in, and then we’ll have a little chat. You’ll want to listen to this. It made War cry, don’t let that be for nothing, cur.”

He thrashes in response to Lucifer’s closeness, acid drool flying from the muzzle, and he would have thrown his whole body around in protest if it weren’t for the chains keeping him from tearing the room apart. 

An angry whimper when the seal begins to sink through his feathers, burning into the skin below, but he calms immediately. Almost as if he’s been hit with a tranquilizer.

In a matter of moments he start to shrink and the fur on his face recedes into a widow’s peak above his forehead, though his eyes are still black.